Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Swans,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.